Hanging out in his room with Tony always put Maxxie on edge. Sitting, hugging his knees to his chest on his bed, Maxxie made sure to stay as far away from Tony as possible.
"Come on, Max, come on over here," Tony whispered, eyes serious for once.
Maxxie eyed Tony. "I don't think so, Ton. I already feel enough like shit, I don't want to become any guiltier than I already am."
Tony leaned back, resting on his palms as he leaned his head back to stare at Maxxie upside down. "You know she means nothing to me, right? I care about you."
Maxxie's heart stuttered before he remembered he wasn't going to allow himself to believe Tony's lines. Because that's all they were. Right? Sighing, Maxxie rested his chin on his knees. "If I asked why you were here would you be honest?"
Tony looked away, head down. "I just…you know. You're the only one I can come to who will actually make me feel better. Y'know?"
Sighing, Maxxie stared at Tony for a second before he finally gave in, scooting over to make room for Tony, who grinned and immediately sat next to Maxxie against the headboard. As Tony drew his arm around Maxxie's waist and stuffed his face into the shorter boy's neck, Maxxie raised an eyebrow. "You only said all that shit to get in my pants, didn't you?"
Tony grinned against Maxxie's neck. "Doesn't mean it wasn't true," he whispered before slipping a hand up Maxxie's shirt.
"Yeah, sure," Maxxie sighed out before letting Tony push him down so he was fully horizontal.
Tony shook his head. He wondered if he'd ever be able to tell Maxxie the extent to which the blond affected him.